The moment the Celestial Demon Emperor died, Ye Chen's taut nerves finally relaxed. An indescribable exhaustion immediately swept over both body and soul. The Celestial Demon Emperor had been far too strong. After fighting until now, there was not much Undying Power left in Ye Chen's body. Once it ran dry, a single palm strike from his opponent would be worth more than ten sword strikes from him. Besides, it was fortunate that the Celestial Demon Emperor's Mind Force realm had not been high. Had it been even slightly above Ye Chen's, or comparable to his, Ye Chen would not have been able to use the Burial Sword Art to freeze his body, mind, and Celestial Demon Tyrant Body. Without that, he could not have injured the Celestial Demon Emperor, much less killed him.
Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle...
The Asura Spring Water boiled. Suddenly, more than a dozen drops of Asura Spring Water flew out and merged into Ye Chen's body. In an instant, his body and mind recovered to their peak state, and his Undying Power was fully replenished. He was completely capable of another battle.
Raising his head, Ye Chen looked toward the Evil Sword Emperor in the spectator stands. Their gazes collided from afar, igniting invisible sparks.
Enveloped in a crimson pillar of light, the Evil Sword Emperor appeared in the arena.
"I truly didn't expect you to be the one facing me in the final battle." The Evil Sword Emperor calmly drew the massive cross-shaped sword from his back, its tip hanging to the ground. His gaze was peaceful, and not a trace of evil aura emanated from him.
"Who can grasp the future? Is that not the nature of fate?"
Holding the Sky Dream Sword, Ye Chen quietly gathered his sword momentum.
"True, the future cannot